Prologue

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I strain my eyes to see into the dark poorly lit warehouse. I can just barely make out the profiles of what I assume are Barzetti's to henchmen what in the hell are they doing. The open and shut of a door out of my line of sight makes Tweedledee and Tweedledum stand up a little straighter I've got Barezetti and whatever else is so important that they are guarding. "Put your hands up where I can see them" I yell reaching for my gun shit where is my gun... Fuck!

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⏰ Last updated: Jan 22, 2016 ⏰

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